When I first started doing the online dating thing, I went out for lunch with this nice, but very sad and dorky woman.
We only went out that once, but I discovered that she had a live journal account. Over the years, I pop in to it to see how she's coping. It's usually not very well. She has a very hard go with life. Not very good in the coping department, and seems to invite lots of sorrow into her world. Of course, this makes for good reading.
Given that there are many emotional things stirring in me these days that are less than thrilling, I have no doubt that I too could make for some good reading, but alas, I don't have it in me to roll out the mucky mat for yon public. Oh sure, I'll allude to it, and gesture towards it gnash my teef and make "ick" faces, but I have to keep the readers BORED! (Is it working? Good!)
My mom is doing better today. She had been slipping for the past week or so, but some adjustments in her medication seem to be taking hold, and she is breathing easier. As her heart continues to get be compromised, the main expression of it is that her lungs retain fluid, which makes it difficult for her to breathe. That is what almost killed her just before I went out to see her last time. Thanks to the wonders of diuretics, it has been kept in check. I'll be out to see her in less than two weeks.
Yesterday I was back at the torch. As unhappy as I am about it, I still feel very fortunate to have it as a backup.
Keeled me a mousey in the garage. Smush. I put him in the compost bin instead of the freezer. I'm weird like that. Hear me roar.
The big, fat words of eeno at October 19, 2004 02:42 AM